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The chyrons roll across the screen “The union has failed” “The coasts are flooding” “Boston is sinking” and “LA is burning” The kids are hangry And the Starbucks (but really Clover) closed We had a good run Celebs post sweet goodbyes to their fans And follow reactions until the end Influencers burning up all of their brands And The Website of Record gives Man a 6/10 We had a good run The trains stopped running But The car’s got gasoline Take me to the new normal Where the snake oil flows free Burning sage and detox tea We had a good run And now we are done We had a good run

Filling our hearts with oil It drips and it coils Through the filtering walls To our fantasy of health That we take to our grave With the secrets we saved And the love that we craved Was not adulation Heavy lies the crown The melody is wrong And I miss the rhythm Oh I just can’t laugh it off The royal treatment is such a drag man get it off me yeah This throne was never mine It was made to keep me on board I'm off my rocker, I miss the rhythm Can't harmonize but I try and sing with em we watch the world pass by every day forced inside by confident mistakes from a nightmare human Heavy lies the crown The melody is wrong And I miss the rhythm Oh I just can’t laugh it off The royal treatment is such a drag man get it off me yeah This throne was never mine It was made to keep me on board Heavy lies the crown The melody is wrong And I miss the rhythm Oh I just can’t laugh it off The royal treatment is such a drag man get it off me yeah This throne was never mine It was made to keep me on board

I cracked the code before the iceberg Said to me “I’ll see you soon” I trusted all the talking heads I thought I knew Brouhaha with a side of Ritalin Denouement deleted scenes Oh they left out all the good parts I thought I’d see So don’t worry don’t water it down for me Mmm When you put the bitter In bittersweet Sky went dark for a minute All it took to change your mind All’s not lost but it’s sure in Short supply So we hid all the decadence Truly lived out our dreams Oh we never found the best way To fall asleep So don’t worry don’t water it down for me Mmm When you put the bitter In bittersweet

If you think this is real You’ve got another thing coming If you knew half the world You’d have the other half running Let there be light Now you see it all right In and out of sight Chasing your life You think you’re Miss American Astronaut and Champion You’ve got some red on you, man Come on and grow a heart You little ugly fucker Come on, lower your guard your own reflection is a stranger Let there be light Now you see it all right In and out of sight Chasing the high You know you’re Miss American Astronaut and Champion you have us all stuck inside good night

She carried a light for me To piss away In half a day I’d been gone the whole time In hideaway with no escape She had a mother-mary face and a glowing warmth And a slow-mo grace And I can’t remember any place but i feel the time when i see her face I carried a light for her To piss away In half a day She’d been gone the whole time In hideaway with no escape She had a mother-mary face and a glowing warmth And a slow-mo grace And She can’t remember any place but she feels the time when she see my face

Baby pack your things Cos the fields are burning They set it all ablaze I had another drink cos it hurts to think now and im better off late “What army? ...I guess the boys listen to me alright.” and if the war ends soon or in a million moons i can’t say it was fun If that’s what you mean I guess we’ll be out here waiting I guess we’ll be out here waiting Caught red handed and it doesn’t matter and it doesn’t matter Counterfeit on the airwaves poison wells in the desert Your slogans wait like Shit-smeared spears Your arm ends with no hand

The kids pop wheelies against traffic Outside the cafe where we sip our lattes And squint to block the sun that we’re just trying to orbit If they’d let us It would be nice to be set adrift Floating among the satellite bits Old billy blizzard didn’t even know the half of it Let me say it… LA is raining dust I guess Worcester is frozen solid We never had a miracle like this No we never got to enjoy it All slogans fade under the pressure of unending waves The natural sweet serenade of the very first rained-on parade A semi-intellectual cheapskate With the two-toned PT cruiser of people Have you ever sat through such drivel So Find your fists Or Find yourself the highest yelp-rated lobotomist And get a grip Hey man dont you tell me ‘I dont wanna know how this one ends’ We’re not married to the half ideas of the half-assed people that would enjoy our end you call that being on the defense? LA is raining dust I guess Worcester is frozen solid We never had a miracle like this No we never got to enjoy it

My compass is on the fritz I walked into the ocean and ya caught wind of it Gave a boardwalk beard my last few bucks Says he buys sells and takes but gives no fucks There’s oil in water Oil in water Clinking like it’s some kinda club Where the only dues are showing up You never felt more a child than when the sky’s blocked out by the gathering clouds and your stomach sinks like your mama just yelled but you’re a grown man thinking that you weathered it well You’re oil in water Oil in water Clinking like it’s some kinda club Where the only dues are showing up

We took time to extend the long goodbye And we tried our hardest not to try So if we come apart at the seams I’m not untied I’ll rue the day I see myself If I ever let you go we were lost and stayed lost Theres no hidden symbol, no that'd be much too simple What’s one more To that endless pile of songs The ones we’re sitting on and haven’t heard Not too long ago We all got a microphone Now we can’t hear a sound That’s not our bag, man we wanna have some trust we wanna be in love they wanna interrupt blah blah blah blah give it up Light at the end of the tunnel doesn't mean escape we could never re-enact the scenes we make i gotta get my… One time offer for a part-time heart for a slow line dropped for time to stop for rewind then pause for the next big box for distorted thoughts for cold hands and loss on the dying rock What’s one more To that endless pile of thoughts The ones we’re sitting on and haven’t said But not too long ago We all got a megaphone Now we can’t hear ourselves What’s one more To that endless pile of songs The ones we’re sitting on and haven’t heard Not too long ago We chose them for ourselves Now we can’t hear a sound

You get used to the eyes Watching you sleep You get the place to yourself With upgraded seats And password protected from the world Let the market decide what lives and dies Warehouses full of plastic As far as can be seen with your eyes Crap for the sake of crap Same product, different brand Built to be bought and built to be tossed It was Friday When the word got out No one panicked No screaming or shouting Just the acid rainfall down The balance The flush of second spring The lost great civilizations Juvenile imprisonment The sun goes down The sky stays red But I have no fear Sunlight to leaf leaf to animal animal to man man to dirt to dissipated heat I am safe here The sun goes down The sky stays red But I have no fear